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aging

Thirty-five is the rhythm of everyday life. It’s seeing someone and thinking, I knew you well once. It’s knowing where you are happiest—but how to cope when you can’t be there. Thirty-five is realizing you’ve lived twice as long as the counselors caring for your kids at camp. It’s getting dizzy on the roller coasters …

I was never one to obsess over a “bikini body” or getting in shape in time for summer. Now I realize it’s because I had a bikini body…and never cared much for bikinis. But last week, I set out to shop for a couple summer staples and caught myself frowning at the image in …